Poetry Blogs (Newish)
And now, for the human interest story,
a quarter past breeze and apple-size dust
of blossom, latticed fragments
tendrils, sheathed in birch sleeve
closed door economy,
my new bonfire of vanity,
a cement wall sloping cliff-face
and edge-hedge shed three-facing
attacking west-side with phlegm of
dragonfly and sword of spider
the mirror of an engine and a rotor
and a ...
Saturday 9th September 2017 4:34 pm
Called you at midnight
you answered with no little reluctance
through the rusted ribcage of totalled phonebox,
saw the rusted renown of my smashed reason.
After one minute the receiver fades to fuzz,
my fists hammer walls that are not there,
I zip, buckle, put collar up, out
in space now walking and with each step,
the ground sinks a little further...
sinks a little......
Wednesday 11th January 2017 11:13 pm